Date: Thu, 20 Nov 2008 10:59:17 +1000
From: thothboi@hotmail.com
Subject: Weaver X: Chapter 7
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Weaver X
Chapter 7
Alex frowned at the stack of soldiers, it was precisely
that; someone had leant the soldiers up against the wall,
the weave of air that bound them had made them slightly
stiff, and the way they were stacked strongly suggested a
stack of firewood.
Shifting position, he unravelled the knotted weave and
watched the group go down in a groaning bunch of tangled
limbs. They had to have been in some considerable pain;
being held in the one position must have made muscles
cramp. Grinning inwardly, Alex noted someone entering
the room.
"Set 'em free already, kid?" The voice was low and
harsh, definitely suited to a predator.
Alex turned and recognised Wolverine. "So are you Logan
or Wolverine?" He asked dryly, returning to his
examination of shifting limbs, strangely none of the
soldiers were making any sort of credible effort to free
themselves.
"Either." The man grunted and came into Alex's field of
vision. "Xavier has them tight." He gestured to the
soldiers with contempt.
"Got them?" Alex blinked and shifted enough to take in
Logan's expression. "In what way?"
Logan smiled nastily. "Xavier's a Telepath." He tapped
the side of his head. "He's got them all wrapped up and
ready to go."
Alex nodded slightly, that explained a lot of things, and
posed other puzzles on top of all that. Why would a
Telepath run a school for other mutants? He could,
depending on how strong he was, of course, carve an
empire out for himself, so why was he just playing at
being a teacher? "You're here to keep an eye on them?"
Logan glared at him. "No, I'm here to keep an eye on
you, make sure you don't get hurt."
Alex turned and faced the slightly shorter man in
surprise. "They hardly pose a threat to anyone, and I
have ways to take care of myself." He said dryly.
"Yeah, I've heard that all before kid, but I wasn't
talking about them, I was talking about you." A small
condescending smile hovered around his lips.
Alex frowned darkly at the older man, and then sighed
abruptly; this had the feel of school procedure. "Thank
you." He said reluctantly, moving towards the mass of
men.
"Whoa kid, what are you doing?" Logan sped between Alex
and the soldiers. "The Professor will march 'em to the
blackbird soon, you just had to let them go."
Alex stared down into Logan's eyes darkly. "Unless you
want them to receive some injury from sudden movement..."
He sighed heavily. "Look, I was just going to heal
them."
Logan looked startled. "No one told me you could do
that." He snarled under his breath.
"Yeah, well, in order for someone else to know, I'd have
to tell them first." Alex said dryly, stepping around
Logan, now radiating scarcely suppressed fury, to look at
the pile of men. Sighing, he seized his mutant ability
and with thick flows of air, laid the soldiers out in a
neat row on the floor.
Logan muttered something that sounded as dark as his
expression as he watched. "You can move ten men around,
no problems?" He asked flatly.
Alex nodded absently, knelt beside the first soldier and
sank the diagnostic weave into him. A few strained
muscles, was all, and the diagnostic weave shifted into
the healing weave without pause. The blank faced man
flopped about weakly as the weave sank in, then lay
still.
"What the hell was that?" Logan demanded. "What are you
doing to him?" His voice took on a snarling quality.
"It always happens during the healing." Alex said
quietly, well, the two times he'd used it, it had
happened. Once, happenstance, twice, coincidence,
thrice, a pattern, as his mother used to say. "You'd be
able to see better if someone had an open wound." He
explained patiently, not bothering to turn around.
"Then heal the fourth one from the far end." Dimitri's
voice spoke from behind him.
Alex turned back in surprise and found Dimitri, the
Professor, Logan and Beast all watching him. At the
Professor's nod and Dimitri's grin, he moved down the
line to the man indicated and sank the diagnostic weave
into him. Grunting in surprise he pulled open the man's
shirt to expose a medical dressing covering a wound to
the man's right side. Alex didn't remember anyone
getting a wound in the quick struggle back in Dimitri's
waiting room, but. With a sigh he sank the healing weave
into the man and watched, along with the others the wound
shrink to a small pink scar that would fade with time.
"So much for the medical system." Logan said approvingly
as Alex moved back down the line to the second soldier
and repeated the diagnostic/healing.
"This is amazing, the potential of this is astronomical."
Dimitri exclaimed, caught up in the miracle of the event.
"Yes. It indeed appears to be quite amazing, it will
need considerable research." Beast allowed as Alex
moved up the line, listening carefully to the
conversation.
"But will it last?" The Professor asked them curiously.
"And what are the side effects, we need to proceed
cautiously."
"The kid healed him, you've got your proof right here."
Logan protested as Alex again moved up the line. The
diagnostic weave seemed to get easier and more
informative still, the more he used it, the better he
seemed to understand exactly what was wrong with each
person and how to alter the healing weave, weaves really,
to heal that exact problem.
"Nevertheless, there still needs to be a great deal of
caution before we leap into unrestrained use of this
ability." The Professor replied severely. "We have no
idea what the long term effects are."
Alex sighed as he moved up the line again, six down and
four more to go, and the others were talking as though he
didn't exist.
"But to know a way to make people heal just as if they
were Logan." Dimitri's voice trailed off, as it often
did when he was chasing a thought.
"That is true, there have been other mutant healers
before, but nothing like this." Beast's voice said
consideringly. "Then there is always the concern that
things haven't healed correctly, and no way to tell
without detailed scanning. A pity we couldn't keep one
of them to run tests on."
Alex straightened up from the last of the soldiers,
knuckling the small of his back. His attempts at using
his powers to heal himself hadn't worked at all, it
seemed that what he could do for others, he couldn't do
for himself. That was more than a little annoying. "You
don't need one of them." He cut into the conversation
between the four older men irritably. "I've healed
Dimitri from a head injury. Test him." He said tersely.
Healing seemed to take a lot of energy, aside from the
injured man pointed out to him, there had been two others
with problems, one of which Alex suspected had a tumour,
at least, he had had a tumour.
Four sets of eyes stared at him in surprise. "You healed
me the night of the incident?" Dimitri spoke first in
tones of surprise and gratitude as he quickly made
connections in his mind.
Alex nodded wearily. "I'm not sure, but I think you were
dying." Shrugging irritably at the amount of emotion in
his voice Alex glared at the men. "Anyway, I'm going to
go and have a bath, you lot can stand here arguing till
the end of time for all I care, but unless you ask me
nicely, you won't get to research anything that isn't
between Dimitri's ears." Nodding in satisfaction at the
astounded look on three of the four's faces, Alex stalked
out, accompanied by Logan's sniggers.
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